The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-01-20

less, lonely girl-no older, possibly
younger than she was. But thank
Heaven, I had my reason, and my
heart and aOiU were brave and strong.
And Oh how my own heart ached
for this poor child l longed to ask
her who Philip was, but knew 1t
would be safest to divert her if could
so said soothingly,
"Well dear, we will be good friends,
and you must 60 back to your bedss or
Pauline will not let me see you in the
morning.
Yes" she said, "hat Is true, Pau
line IS drunk and asleep no,o, but she
,oiU soake up and tell hrs. Barron If
I stay,'
Then she hurridly ran out of the
room, and I heard her light steps
across the whole length of the hall, and
the lock of her door gently turned as
if afraid of awakening the sleeper
within.
CHAPTER TX.
This then was the mystery. The
stranger from a distant State must be
bribed by a large salary, and kept in
vi GllC SC1 S1CO huu
the inualid was maniac.
Of course there was no more sleep
for me that night My first act was
to get up and lock the door, then 1
closed the window blinds, and thenl
lay down, not to sleep but to think
and above all to pray to my mothers
God for help and guidance.
But eoho and what could this Philip
be? Not my Philip surely, with his
kind, gentle face, his soft brown eyes,
and his tender voice. How long it
seemed since I had thought of him,
And so my thoughts wandered on,
and I recalled the fact that I ought
to get a letter from aunt Fanny bv
this time, and [ must ask about the
mail in the morning. [ determined
to say nothing of my midnight visi-
tant, but to try at least, to be patient
in awaiting further developments and
events.
The morning at length dawned very
slowly and YEARLY to me. and [ rose
and dressed early, and went down
stairs and out on the porch where lit
tie Lula soon joined me.
ventured to ask her what her sis
ter's name was,' to which she replied
in timid, hesitating manner.
Her name is Winnifred, but mama
says / must not talk to you about her.
She will let you see her when Pauline
goes-Pauline takes care of her, and
sometimes she goes to see her people,
and then you will have to stay with
Winnie"
I began to realize now my position
in the house And but for my yearn-
ing and heartfelt sympathy for the
afflicted girl, should have lost all
heart, IN the prospect before me. At
the breakfast table, found three let
ters on my plate, one from aunt Fan
ny, from my cousin Helen, and the
third in strange hand, had heen ad-
dressed to me at my old home, and
forwarded.to my present address. left
this for the last, giving but a hasty
glance at the other two, as | dared not
waste the time which Mrs. Barron re-
garded as SO precious. Besides |
would enjoy them much more in my
own room after school hours were
over.
As stood by the window of the lit
tie schoolroom, which opened on the
hall opposite the parlor, or sitting
room I" as they call it here [ saw an
elegant phaeton driven up to the door
and [ soon recognized the livery of the
Vivians, and my heart leaped with
JOY at the thought Of seeing them
again. I telt sure that I should be
asked for, yet no one came to call me-
and after some minutes had passed, ]
heard the sweet voice OF Mrs. Vivian
saying.
Il am very sorry. Please let he1
know at any rate that have called,
and am sorry not to see her."
And with polite but rather haugh-
ty "Good morning" to Mrs. Barron,
, she re-entered the carriage, which
quickly rolled out of sight, leaving 9
, sad pain at my heart, and greater
horror of my present surrounding
than ever.
[ longed to open and read my let
ters, and at last the time came. Aunt
, Fanny had much to tell of her pleas
ant boarding house on Madison Ave
J nue., her improved health, and the
) kindness Of DIR. Simons, her beloved
physician, who prescribed diversion
!, in the may of I" Concerts, Lectures, ar
i occasional Opera, &C., as well as med
[ ical treatment, upon which course she
: improved rapidly, both in health O.
body and mind.
, Then she wrote, was SO glad t.
meet Helen Graham, your cousin, and